We tried to tell people what happened but of course no one believed us. They sent us to therapy and didn't let us see each other. I had a broken arm, concussion and the say I hit my head too hard so I made up this story. But why would I make up something so horrible? It's been three years and I haven't seen Olive since. The last time I saw her, her mother picked her up from the police station. I am better now and have moved on. To be honest I forgot about this for awhile. But last night I saw someone in my room. A very familiar man and I realized, it's never over.
